After a busy morning the afternoon was very quiet. One guy came in almost straight after lunch for a blowjob and then only one more guy a few hours la...er. That’s where the day took a really bad turn. The actual fuck was good, he was a decent size, cut (which I like) and clean, which isn’t always the case!! We had to swap positions a few times as my legs were still sore from the morning and every time we did he cheekily ‘accidentally’ tried to put it in my ass, I was feeling playful and very. I stared at him with a bewildered look on my face as we stood at my front door. He was the man of my dreams and I couldn’t believe he was going to do this, here and now, after such a perfect evening. His hands grasped my wrists as he took a moment to compose himself. My heart sunk into my gut as I imagined every possible outcome to this moment. He took a deep breath before stroking my cheek with an outstretched finger. “What is it?” I asked.“May I come in for a cup of coffee?” “Sure,” I. Did she feel guilty? Oh yeah, everyday! But she just couldn’t extract herself from Greg’s allure. Now, every Thursday, she’d ‘work late’, but it was really to meet Greg at his apartment. And it was good. The past seven weeks had been great! She’d done things she’d never done with a man. Yeah, she felt guilty, but… Stacy loved her husband. It was the excitement that she missed. The chase. The wonder whether the other person likes you enough to make the first move. She wanted that again and her. I decided to go there.So allow me to Start…I landed at Mumbai railway station… it was my 1st time in Mumbai, she told she will pick me up..and I when I saw her in the station…she was on a pink saree..and just could not take my eyes of here…i could see her navel through the saree.. and she was hot…but I could not think anything…as I had to control my feelings..and I have never knew what she had in her mind.Later I reached her home, and I entered her house right behind her and noticed that my.